


Me and Phil

by LostAmongtheSheep



Category: Amazingphil - Fandom, Danisnotonfire - Fandom, Phan
Genre: Alcohol, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Angst, Bathtubs, Domestic Fluff, Excessive Tea Consumption, Humour, M/M, POV Dan Howell, Phanfiction, Steamy
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-05-07
Updated: 2017-09-12
Packaged: 2018-10-29 04:05:04
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 7
Words: 4,349
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10846113
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LostAmongtheSheep/pseuds/LostAmongtheSheep
Summary: to be quite fucking honest, i have been a corpse when it comes to creative writing. the one other work on here is the only bit of creative writing ive done since 2013! so, i guess, in a way, this is a special treat for you all. but, in a more real way, my piece of shit ASUS charger gave up on life and ive been "inspired" to write through having to use a huge, clunky laptop from 2008. enjoy?---okay, so the first three chapters have veered wildly into farcical territory. i guess one reason might be that i read fan fiction as an escape from reality, and am feeling the comedy at this point. it's funny how some people think fan fiction is juvenile and meaningless, but so many people rely on it as a comfort and solace. i would be glad to read anything you guys want to share about where you are reading this, why, etc.





	1. time for a steamy bath

**Author's Note:**

> to be quite fucking honest, i have been a corpse when it comes to creative writing. the one other work on here is the only bit of creative writing ive done since 2013! so, i guess, in a way, this is a special treat for you all. but, in a more real way, my piece of shit ASUS charger gave up on life and ive been "inspired" to write through having to use a huge, clunky laptop from 2008. enjoy?
> 
> \---
> 
> okay, so the first three chapters have veered wildly into farcical territory. i guess one reason might be that i read fan fiction as an escape from reality, and am feeling the comedy at this point. it's funny how some people think fan fiction is juvenile and meaningless, but so many people rely on it as a comfort and solace. i would be glad to read anything you guys want to share about where you are reading this, why, etc.

 

Dan was tired. He had been hunched over a computer for too long, editing, and taking a break to hunch over his phone from time to time. Unsurprisingly, his neck was stiff and his back ached.  
  
He should start practicing better posture, he thought; immediately frowning as he recalled every previous occasion he had the exact same sentiment, forgetting the lesson learned by the time he returned to his desk.  
  
He rubbed his neck, feeling the stiff muscles groan in response. The least he could do was take a bath.  
  
He found bath water frustratingly complicated to set at his preferred temperature. It was hard to tell until he got in and screeched if it was too hot or cold. He did his best to remember at which level he stopped the hot water, and turned on the cold -naturally, that did not account for the constant distractions concocted by his scatter brain. As water began rushing in, he looked in the cupboard for a bubble bath; smirking as he saw a new addition to Phil's ever-changing collection of scents, many of which masculine people would be terrified of ever coming into contact with, even in the private recesses of their own bathroom. "Fairy Tale," he read aloud from the glittery pink-and-blue bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he took a deep sniff. It was overwhelmingly sugary, to his utter lack of surprise. It was a good job that scented bath products were inedible, or Phil would be spending all his YouTube money at the dentist's instead of buying random crap like this. Pausing for a moment to contemplate the withering plant of his masculinity, he shrugged and poured "Fairy Tale" into the running water, noting with more amusement than concern that the hot-pink substance was shimmering with glitter.  
  
Groaning with stiff limbs as he rose -better fucking tape pictures of stretches to the wall in the office so he actually remembers to do them next time- he headed into the kitchen to get a tea and snack for his bath. Pausing at the doorway, he noted stray crumbs all over the counter, as well as several open cupboards and drawers. Honestly, it was like living with a human raccoon. Humming to himself, he put the kettle on as he absentmindedly began wiping crumbs off the counter.  
  
Footsteps sounded behind him. "Hey, Dan," said Phil as he walked into the kitchen, pausing as he noticed Dan cleaning up his mess. Phil bowed his head sheepishly. "Um, sorry, I kind of forgot to clean up again."  
  
Dan snorted, a bemused expression on his face as he turned to face him.  
  
"It's 'kind of' okay, I suppose. I'm quite used to it by now."  
  
This only made Phil turn a deep shade of pink, causing him to resemble a fresh raspberry.  
  
"Really, Phil, I don't mind cleaning up your messes. It gives me a distraction from my thoughts. That's often a good thing."  
  
At this, Phil gave a slight chuckle. "Okay, whatever you say, Dan."  
  
Dan grinned, giving him a sarcastic wink. "You can leave your payment in an envelope by the entrance."  
  
"Ha!" Phil exclaimed, causing Dan to raise his eyebrows.  
  
Phil's face returned to its raspberry formation. "Oh, come on! You know what that sounded like!"  
  
Dan grinned wickedly. "Maybe I'm not as experienced as you are at paying people for services."  
  
Phil groaned loudly and turned on his heel, leaving Dan cackling in amusement.  


	2. that nagging irritation

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> i would say it's still safe from the heady influences of slash fics at this point, aside from the furry porn

Remembering the kettle, Dan went to make his tea. He plopped in a tropical-flavoured tea bag, and breathed in the warm, fruity scent as steam tickled his face.  
  
He sighed happily, making his way to a snack cupboard. He sorted through the random bits within, not sure what he was searching for. He decided to keep with the healthy theme of a muscle-soaking bath, and selected a few bananas from a bowl on the counter.  The best lazy, healthy snack there is. He, unlike Phil, remembered to close the cupboard. On an afterthought, he poured a cheeky shot of rum in the huge mug of tea. He was trying to relax, after all.  
  
The bath had steamed up the room by the time he returned, and he rushed to turn off the tap. He dipped a finger in the water and gave a slight hiss. It was going to be a sauna for a while, but that's probably what he needed. He set a bath board over the tub and slipped out of his clothes, noting the mist already forming on his skin.  
  
He groaned deeply as he sank into the tub, feeling his whole body starting to relax and ease out of the wear of the day. His nostrils were quickly infused with the fluffy, sweet smell of Phil's newest bubble bath. He inhaled blissfully as intense warmth coupled with the smell of a pick-and-mix. Condensation made its merry way down his forehead, threatening to trickle into his eyes. He wiped them clean as he reached for a banana and his phone. After a few quick chomps, he replaced the banana with his hot rum cocktail. Several sips in, he felt the heat reach his brain. A lazy grin spread across his face. Now was a great time to do some Tumbling.  
  
He wiped his phone with a towel before navigating to his dashboard on Tumblr. He felt he had reached a sufficient state of blurring to search through his tags. After typing "danisnotonfire," the first thing he saw was a realistic artist's rendition of him and Phil engaging in enthusiastic furry porn. Dan's eyes soared to the heavens as he sank further down into the water, quickly shooting back out as his face rejected the scorching temperature. Spluttering, he tried to control the water wildly splashing over the edge of the tub. This was what he got for being a Meme Lord, he supposed... Or was it his obviously close bond with his best friend? He gave a defeated exhale. There were many quite sweet creative works attributed to his fandom, perhaps rivaling the number of ironic memes and shitposts.  
  
A sudden moan interrupted the line of thought. He was supposed to be relaxing, not re-hashing this saccharine internal struggle about his closest friendship. Something had to be done to rescue the remaining sliver of relaxation. He decided to fill his head with noise, and reached for his earphones. Musical oblivion soon replaced the nagging tension in the back of his mind.  
  



	3. 2steamy 4me

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> "Phil, are you seriously going to just stand there rubbing at your crotch whilst I'm sitting naked in a bathtub?"

Dan was aware of a tapping. Someone was tapping him on the head. He looked up blearily, meeting Phil's light blue eyes.  
  
"You fell asleep," Phil explained, matter-of-fact.  
  
Dan felt a sudden impulse to leap out of the tub, at the same time realizing it was a terrible idea. This created fractious movement, starting another tidal wave of splashing water. He was going to cause a leak in the ceiling for certain.  
  
Phil yelped, jumping back as he tried to avoid getting splashed with bath water. It didn't work.  
  
Dan groaned in embarrassment, trying to hide as much of himself as he could in what remained of the water. He felt extremely exposed; which, to be fair, he quite literally was.  
  
"Phil!"  
  
Phil turned to him, towel in hand to attempt damage control on his newly-moistened crotch. Dan winced at his own choice of words.  
  
"Look, I'm sorry, but it was for your own safety. And, anyway, you know how I tend to fall asleep in the tub. I was only looking out for you." Phil looked rather like a damp deer in headlights. He always got wide-eyed when he was trying to defend himself and his frequently-awkward behaviour.  
  
"I tend to just knock," Dan retorted.  
  
"You were wearing earphones," Phil explained meekly.  
  
Well, there was that. Dan couldn't help but wonder, though, why Phil was still there. Dan watched him dab himself clumsily with the towel. He seemed desperate for a distraction. Dan tried not to think about what he could see that was so distracting.  
  
"Phil, are you seriously going to just stand there rubbing at your crotch whilst I'm sitting naked in a bathtub?"  
  
Phil froze for a moment, then gave a strangled shout as he bolted in a blur of movement. His towel flew at Dan's face, landing with a thwack and blocking his vision. Dan disgustedly removed the cloth which had, only seconds before, been in near-direct contact with his flatmate's privates. He shuddered at the realization. This bath had turned into an epic disaster. He wondered absently if he should just give up on washing altogether.  
  



	4. the morning after

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> secondhand embarrassment aplenty

The following morning held a thick, awkward tension which Phil seemed eager to ignore. His loud, clumsy movements in the kitchen were what woke Dan at six-bleeding-twenty-eight.  
  
Wide-eyed and motionless, Dan contemplated his nagging bladder. If he got out of bed, Phil would probably know he was awake. On the other hand, Dan had already achieved a twenty-year streak of not wetting the bed.  
  
With a defeated grunt, he hauled himself upright.  
  
\---  
  
The stale, jittery aroma of instant coffee wafted into his nostrils before he was even in the kitchen. He thought he could feel his eyes perk up.  
  
"I need coffee," he muttered as he headed inside, a Dan-branded version of "good morning." There was no hope now for the faint fantasy of collapsing back into bed. He would sleep his life away, given the opportunity.  
  
"Morning!" called Phil, sharply cheerful. He had created a tidy breakfast of cereal for himself, complete with the odd sight of fully-closed drawers and cupboards.  
  
Dan did not attempt to speak until he inhaled some caffeine. "If I have to let you watch me bathe in order for you to clean up after yourself, maybe I'm fine with that."  
  
Phil sighed in exasperation. "I'm sorry about what happened, okay? Please don't turn this into one of your running jokes."  
  
Dan huffed. They were both embarrassed, weren't they? Humour is supposed to be a good coping strategy. Now, he felt worse than ever about last night's steamy encounter.  
  
"I don't think it's fair for you to be the one to decide, is it?" he grumbled defensively.  
  
The question hovered awkwardly between them. Neither seemed capable of changing the mood. Dan sipped his coffee, while Phil stared bleakly at his wilting bowl of cereal.    
  
After desperately chugging the remains of the murky instant brew, Dan moved to prepare himself breakfast. He felt Phil flinch as he brushed by him. Dan frowned. He hated awkward situations, and this was forming into an ugly mess of one. He wondered why Phil hadn't left the kitchen yet.  
  
Needing a solid reinforcement, Dan decided on oatmeal. He switched on the stove and prepared a small pot. As he stirred, he decided he had to say something. "Why are you still in the kitchen? Frozen in awkwardness?"  
  
Dan watched him shift uncomfortably at the counter. No reply.  
  
Sighing hopelessly, Dan leaned in to the comforting waft of hot oatmeal. "We should probably just get it over with and talk about it, don't you think? It was just an embarrassing situation, that's all. I think we're both quite familiar with those, by now."  
  
"I don't know what you want me to say. I already apologized."  
  
Dan suppressed an internal scream. "I don't know! I want it to be okay so we can just move on. We don't need to be dramatic about it, do we? It's so silly." He was flushing at this point, and wondered how much of it was from the pot on the stove. He had a sudden flashback to Phil standing near his exposed genitals, and gave a shudder. Electric currents seemed to be traveling down his spine.  
  
Feeling a breath on his neck, Dan nearly leapt into the air. Phil leaned over, peering into the pot. "Oatmeal? That's very healthy of you. You hardly ever bother."  
  
"Thanks," Dan muttered.  
  
Phil stepped back, crossing his arms. "Just trying to make some banter. I don't know what else I can do, besides making it even by letting you watch me bathe as well."  
  
Dan shut his eyes tight against the incoming visualization. "I don't think that's going to be necessary, actually."  
  
"Great! We're all fine, then."  
  
"Sure. Fine."  
  
Dan smiled weakly at Phil's painfully cheerful expression.


	5. Chapter 5

Despite what he felt was an understandably high amount of trepidation, Dan knew his sore body wouldn't take kindly to further careless mistreatment. It was time to have another soak.  
  
He knocked carefully on the door before entering, and made sure to lock it behind him. He needed to be certain he didn't ruin bathing for life, having just moved past the previous incident; although it would always make him cringe to think of it.    
  
He peered inside the cupboard as he ran the bath water. There was a strange bottle he hadn't seen before. It was entirely black. He picked it up, noticing the shine of black lettering. "The Nihlist's Bath." Dan snorted. Phil had undoubtedly placed it there, hoping to make things less awkward for Dan's next attempt at bathing.  
  
He lay pleasantly in the pitch-black water, feeling cozier than ever.  
  
*  
  
Dan left the bathroom in a puff of lavender-scented steam.  
  
As he walked over, he noticed Phil was laying in the lounge.  
  
"Thanks for the Nihlistic bathing experience," said Dan. "It smelled remarkably like lavender for some reason."  
  
Phil shrugged cheekily, smiling up at him. "It's the official scent of nihilism. Now you know."  
  
Dan laughed. "Mind if I join you?"  
  
Phil nodded, groaning a little as he made an effort to clear a space for Dan, who plopped down with a contented sigh; cuddling into the couch as deeply as he could without disappearing between the cushions.  
  
"Here," said Phil, throwing his blanket over Dan's legs. Dan smiled gratefully. He felt so cozy, he was worried he'd fall right asleep. That would almost inevitably result in a public creepshot. He decided he would try his best to stay awake.  
  
"What are you watching?" he asked.  
  
Phil looked up from his screen. "Um... Actually, I was looking back at some of our old videos together. Some good memories there." He seemed to be blushing.  
  
Dan laughed. "That's very sweet of you. I'm sure the fans would love it."  
  
Phil cringed. "I wouldn't want to encourage them."  
  
Dan rolled his eyes. "Like they need encouragement."  
  
"True," Phil replied. "Might as well do as we please."  
  
Dan raised his eyebrows. "Sure."  
  
Phil groaned. "I'm going to get us some tea." He flopped their shared blanket over Dan's head as he stood up. Dan laughed in protestation.  
  
As he listened to Phil's tea preparation, Dan thought about what it was like when he first met him. He had been absolutely sick with nerves, unable to get down even a bit of breakfast. He had, however, gulped cup after cup of coffee. It had resulted in a constant noisy hum, played maddeningly in his head as he anxiously waited to leave the train. When he had finally found Phil and hugged him, all the noise seemed to slam into a wall of silence. He had felt incredibly warm; a blazing heat that reached every part of him. And so calm. Like everything would be okay. All his years of torment and self-hatred, faded away by a single hug from a single man. It was wonderful. Magical, really. Phil had seemed magical. Almost unreal, even there in his arms.  
  
A deep heat had risen to Dan's face, beyond the general post-bath cuddly warmness. He shook his head, attempting to snap out of it, just as Phil walked in with two large mugs of tea. Dan cursed silently, hoping Phil wouldn't notice the change. A warmth was tingling his spine as Phil handed him a mug. "Thanks," he managed to get out. He didn't try to meet Phil's gaze.  
  
"Are you alright?" Phil asked.  
  
"Just... sleepy."  
  
Phil shrugged, re-arranging the blanket over them as he settled in with his tea. After a period of the sound of tea being sipped, Dan spoke.  
  
"I was just thinking... When we met. It was like something big changed for me... I'm... glad. That it happened."  
  
"Of course, me too!" Phil laughed. "I didn't realize a nihilist bath could have such a sentimental effect on someone."  
  
"Me neither," Dan said. He felt embarrassed by his sudden confession.  
  
They continued sipping their tea in silence.  
  
*

As Dan was enjoying a game on his phone, he felt a foot slowly slide over his. What the hell? He was too shocked to move, or even breathe. Did Phil know what was happening? Was he even awake? Dan snuck a glance. Phil was, indeed, sitting awake, if rather stiffly, ostensibly paying close attention to his laptop.  
  
What the hell was going on?  
  
Dan tried to subtly gasp for air. It felt loud. It probably wasn't. He hoped it wasn't. His chest felt like it was ready to collapse. His foot was burning. He wondered if Phil could feel the intense heat. The thought made him even more woozy. He was going to pass out, any minute now. He had to do something.  
  
He felt around with his other foot until it moved over Phil's. He felt a slight jump from the other man. Dan almost smiled, but his head was still swimming and his chest heaving wildly. What the fuck was happening? His whole body was burning. What was Phil trying to do? Why now? 

Was this all in his head?


	6. Chapter 6

The love he felt for Phil had always been a fierce and wondrous thing. The line between friendship and romance, however, had always confused him. It was all chemicals anyway, wasn't it? What did one touch mean from another? He had often felt overwhelmed when he got close, and it had seemed hard to tell what kind of infatuation it was. Things had calmed down over time, naturally, but still... He was afraid to analyze things. Ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.  
  
Phil. There he was. Glaring intensely at his screen. The places where he and Dan were touching seemed to burn fiercely. Dan gasped, fearing to shift even slightly lest he arouse suspicion.  
  
"Dan..."   
  
Phil's voice wavered thinly in the air.  
  
How the hell was Dan supposed to respond? He felt paralyzed with shock.  
  
Phil continued glaring into his screen. "Do you...feel something for me? Besides friendship?"  
  
"I don't know." Dan's voice felt pathetically weak.  
  
They returned to silence. Dan was shaking. They both were. He could feel it.  
  
After the tenseness had begun to seem unbearable, Phil carefully placed his laptop on the coffee table, leaning forward. His eyes were still downcast, and he placed his hands on Dan's knees, as if to stabilize himself.  
  
"I think...I...love you... I'm just not sure how."  
  
Dan heaved forward. Nothing about this felt real. He thought he could feel the blood draining from his head. A loud buzzing was closing in around him. He glanced at his knees. There were his hands, pressing tightly over Phil's. His eyes travelled upward, struggling to focus. Phil's eyes were watery and red. He looked like he was in agony. This wasn't right. How could they have been together for so long -so fucking abusurdly long- and not brought this up, if it was real? This...thing. That wasn't friendship.  
  
Dan couldn't take it any longer. Through the closing darkness, he managed to tear off the blanket and stumble toward his bedroom. He could hear Phil cry out behind him, fuzzy and distorted, as Dan slammed the door shut and fell onto his bed, losing consciousness before his head made contact.  
  


**Notes for the Chapter:**

> this very quickly and shortly took a turn... maybe because i have to pee? who knows.


	7. who are we together

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> i have to admit, i don't know if the ending is more about who i am, or who i feel they are. but here it is anyway.

The first thing Dan noticed when he awoke is Phil slumped awkwardly on an armchair by the bed. His chest was slowly rising and falling. He had fallen asleep. Dan laughed. Despite the drama he himself had caused, Phil was the one who would be jarred into consciousness this time.  
  
Might want to think of what to say first. Dan groaned quietly. Every thought seemed so foolish and clumsy.  
  
"Hey, Dan."

Dan jumped. He suddenly wished he had fled while he had the chance.

"You're awake," Phil continued. "I must've fallen asleep. Sorry I'm here, I was just... a bit worried."  
  
"I understand... Thanks."  
  
Phil nodded as he struggled to sit upright.  
  
"Do you want to get some tea?" Dan asked. He could've used about ten cups right then.   
  
*  
   
The warm breath of tea rising from his cup was a stereotypically English thing to enjoy, but that didn't stop Dan from allowing the relaxing bliss to enter his body and soul. He needed this. He looked over to Phil, who was sniffing deeply into his oversized mug of cake-flavoured dessert tea. What a pair of proper gents. Dan shook his head in a way he hoped wasn't obvious. He was staring again. He always wondered if Phil noticed. There was no chance in hell Dan would dare ask. Forever a mystery, then. Like many things about Phil he wanted to ask, but feared it would seem weird or prying. Perhaps it was silly to worry.  
  
"Dan."  
  
Dan tried not to panic as he looked back over to Phil, whose tea-induced trance had been broken.  
  
"Yes?"  
  
"Are you going to talk about it?"  
  
"About what?"  
  
"You know what. You ran out of the room."  
  
Dan lowered his eyes.  
  
"I said I loved you, and you ran out."  
  
Dan felt his stomach lurch upward into his throat. "Sorry. I couldn't think."  
  
Phil smiled faintly. "I should be flattered."  
  
Dan resisted the urge to scream. This was so... unnatural. Every interaction he ever had with Phil had just been banter and joking around, right? And now... he couldn't help but think Phil might have been flirting with him this whole time.  
  
"I... didn't know what to think. I felt a bit sick, to be honest." Dan cringed. That sounded bad.  
  
Phil looked at him. "I'm sorry to have blurted out my feelings like that. I didn't plan to. I didn't ever---I couldn't want to---ruin...erm...." He bowed his head.  
  
Dan sighed. He felt heavy; his face was hot. He steadied himself for a moment, and walked over to Phil, who was sat on the couch. Taking one last deep breath, Dan fell beside him and awkwardly wrapped his arms around Phil, resting his head on Phil's shoulder. He felt as though it was the most painfully uncomfortable embrace he had ever experienced. Phil, however... Dan couldn't stand to look. He was probably uncomfortable, as well.  
  
Minutes passed. Dan felt very aware of his own breathing, which he struggled and failed to control. He felt a growing anxiety rising in his stomach mixing with the heady rush of heat that came from such close contact. He felt he had failed the two of them by not knowing what to say. But, he reasoned to himself, surely silence was better than saying the wrong thing? Even though he already had said the wrong thing, many times throughout the years. Winding up here, somehow. And, somehow, Phil put up with him, and all his annoying quirks. Perhaps he could try, for once, to speak from his heart.  
  
"I don't want you to leave me," he blurted into the electric silence.  
  
Phil jumped. "Leave? To go where?"  
  
Dan laughed. More of a screaming exhale of tension, actually. "I mean, leave, like, move out."  
  
"Why would I?"  
  
"Because. I'm... weird. And I don't know how I feel about you, and I'm afraid, and everything is awkward now and neither of us seem able to fix it... And what if I just want us to be best friends? I do love you, I know I do." Dan's face was burning, his whole body on fire, he couldn't escape or even move. Shut the fuck up... Just shut the fuck up for once. Too late now. Never leave? Was Phil supposed to just live with him for life? Who does that, literally ever in the history of the universe?    
  
He could feel Phil's hand moving softly in his hair. It made him want to cry.  
  
"I'm glad you love me," said Phil. "I love you, too."  
  
Dan shut his eyes in intense relief.

Love. They loved each other. He felt terrified to even think it, but wasn't it love between them? All the years they'd lived together -everyone had said it was a terrible idea to live with your friend, let alone your best friend. It had begun to feel like the almost certain end when they had finally arrived at moving day, Dan's stomach churning with acidic nerves and genuine terror. And Phil had risked it, too. And it turned out to be the beginning of the time of Dan's life. The best thing that ever happened to him. The end of years of pain and solitude.  
  
He relied on Phil too much, he knew that. And talk of co-dependency had spread over the years, as they remained immovably alone together. Was now the time for it to finally end? Were they better off trying to find real lives? Real love? Dan's heart ached to think it. Everyone thought sexual love was the best kind, even if they didn't admit it, even to themselves. He and Phil...  
  
Well, they weren't exactly sex maniacs, were they? Neither had ever felt the need to bring someone home. That was damning in and of itself. His soul felt full when he was with Phil, or just in the home they shared together. He hadn't ever thought to seek something different. More, as people would say. But, to him, more wasn't possible.  
  
"Why have you lived with me for so long? Isn't it weird to you we still live together after all this time?"  
  
Phil sighed. "I only want... I only wanted to be with you, Daniel. I never wanted anything else so much in my life."  
  
Dan felt his eyes burning. Phil's hand was lying still in his mess of hair.  
  
Dan lifted Phil's other hand, and kissed it softly.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> i felt weird writing about real people, to be honest. not weird enough to stop...


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